Lunar evening in Anikino

The moon rose, excitingly, over the forest,
the village fell into winter sleep.
One, only, I, with not idle interest,
looking at the sky, surprised. -- In unison;

I compose a verse to a not cunning plot,
I take chords, mentally, in my mind,
I sing a verse about a close planet,
and dedicate it all to you.

And you laugh at me.
You think: I went crazy.
And you think: Im not worth you,
and that its time for me to be treated.